[Log - Being Human is Hard to Do]

[yellowbeebot]

Who:Bumblebee, Arcee and Blackout
Where: An Undisclosed Army Base in Nevada
When This morning
What: Being Human Sucks
Warnings: None

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[death_chopper]

Blackout should have realized it would be far, far too much to hope that he would be left to sleep himself out on the couch in peace. He'd had a long night--and a rough two days before that, trying to fend for himself--and he was fragging tired. The last thing he needed was to be woken by a kick that caught him in the hip.

And worse, his body tried to boot up in panic mode, so he woke with a yell and a flail that spilled him to the floor. He shoved himself up off his face, disoriented until he remembered where it was, exactly, that he'd fallen asleep...

And the promise he'd had to make to get to come here.

"Hnn. My apologies, Autobot," he growled, not the least trace of sincerity in his tone.

[yellowbeebot]

Bee munched on a spoonful of cereal, carefully stepping over BLackout sit triumphantly on the couch.

"Found Blenderbutt on the couch. Isn't that something?" Another bite of cereal. Where did the remote go? Huh. Somewhere around here, certainly. He digs into the couch cushions and finds the slagging thing, placing it neatly in his lap.

"And apology accepted. There's another bedroom, third door on the left down the hall. If you need some sleep." Munch munch.

[death_chopper]

It wasn't hard to figure out who the newcomer to the room was, and Blackout returned Arcee's glare for a moment before rubbing the back of one hand across his eyes and interrupting it.

He could probably use the sleep, honestly, but Decepticon paranoia wasn't going to let him shut down when there were Autobots, awake and active, in the same building. "I'll be fine," he muttered, levering himself to his feet.